Poetry
STAR POems: All of Me
By Helen Larham I have always loved him despite his neglect so when I stepped out onto the sea he bore my full weight, everything: All those times I had ventured in and they [… read more ]
urban poetry
Poetry
STAR POems: The Hammock
By John Pearson I am the man-length canvas pulled out of store, strung between grey bulkheads ready to still the pitch and roll of any ship. I am a solitary place a cocoon to relieve [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: 100 Ways to Lose Yourself
By Suzanne Toogood Drink wine, beer, spirits that cheer, go on a bike ride, watch the tide, admire Gay Pride, read a book, be spooked by a spook, try not to look, don’t get [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POem: New Road – a la Kelly’s Directory, 1972
By John Pearson New Road, place of the Doll’s Hospital with Jack Grant Racing to Parham and Sons furniture removals shifting towards Marriott’s, upholsterers, lino and carpet dealers. Mile End School of Motoring [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Quixotic Revelations
By Dale M Chatwin The cold chills my bones like hypodermic needles scratching stone. I rose from the gutter, thoughts fractured and cluttered, made my way back home, uninterrupted. The streets were deserted, the wind howled. [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Poem Composed while doing a Headstand
By Maggie Sawkins, Star & Crescent’s Poetry Editor. The fir cone I picked from a Corsican forest, carried across an ocean nestled between balls of socks, has fallen from the grate and rests where it [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Fareham Town
By Tina Shaw In the kaleidoscope of the town, my sinews constrict with the seasons. On the mortar and tarmacadam through age old streets and alleyways moving quad bikes and BMWs fly by in the [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Other Things the Soldiers Carried
By Sue Toogood Albert carried humbugs, until they were gone. Mehmet Ali carried his betrothed girl’s scent. Jack carried the memory of an intoxicated starry night. Farooq carried the pain of foot calluses and had [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: I Used to Be But Now
By the First Act Recovery Group which meets every Saturday at Portsmouth Central Library. I used to be a twig but now I’m a tree I used to be a room but now I’m a [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Early Evening Caller at Rampart Gardens
A dark evening, a friend calls, tells of his brother-in-law’s funeral, says, did you know there are five police cars in your cul-de-sac, one officer opened the boot of a car, gave out rifles. The [… read more ]